Death by da' LOAF!!!
I was never much one for premonitions, portents, omens, signs, or any of those whack-a$$ "ghost hunting" shows on the Sci-Fi network.
So, everything was going fantastic today and I stopped at Hell, dang my bad...I mean DEL Taco to try that new Sikken Fajita Burrito for lunch. I enhanced that bad daddy with guacamole, queso, and sour cream tambien.
I proceeded home on Ventura Blvd. with the top off, bumpin' some Mad Caddies, and the wind rippin' through my now-sizable-again micro 'Fro. Sabes que, I even ran into a hooked up TJ with some New York plates on the way home. Me and the other driver exchanged the vaunted "Jeep wave," and all was gravy. It was indeed a wonderful afternoon
So, it was with a certain sense of unshakable foreboding that I got caught behind this cat on the way home:

Try as I might, I couldn't shake that cat or get around him. As surely as the 3.8L in my JK was whipping itself into a frenzy trying to pass this chump, so too was the Sikken Fajita Burrito transforming itself within the gastrointestinal confines of my beeeeeeeeeeelly into a gutsunami of epic proportions.
Suffice it to say, when I got back to the crib...I'm not gonna lie to you guys...what's the point? You're all my peeps and for better or worse almost like family. In any case, it was:
DEATH FROM ABOVE!!!
BY FAR, the most treacherous, ruthless, cantankerous, merciless, unrelenting, inexorable, unsympathetic...DANG, I just ran out of synonyms
LOAF TO END ALL LOAFS. I must have lost at least 5.2% of my total body mass with that loaf.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!
The question then, my friends, is this: WILL I ever get at that burrito again? Ham Skippy!!! Any burrito that can melt porcelain with its exit strategy is okay in my book. YA DIIIIIIIIIIIIIG?!?!?
Russ D.
So, everything was going fantastic today and I stopped at Hell, dang my bad...I mean DEL Taco to try that new Sikken Fajita Burrito for lunch. I enhanced that bad daddy with guacamole, queso, and sour cream tambien.
I proceeded home on Ventura Blvd. with the top off, bumpin' some Mad Caddies, and the wind rippin' through my now-sizable-again micro 'Fro. Sabes que, I even ran into a hooked up TJ with some New York plates on the way home. Me and the other driver exchanged the vaunted "Jeep wave," and all was gravy. It was indeed a wonderful afternoon
So, it was with a certain sense of unshakable foreboding that I got caught behind this cat on the way home:

Try as I might, I couldn't shake that cat or get around him. As surely as the 3.8L in my JK was whipping itself into a frenzy trying to pass this chump, so too was the Sikken Fajita Burrito transforming itself within the gastrointestinal confines of my beeeeeeeeeeelly into a gutsunami of epic proportions.
Suffice it to say, when I got back to the crib...I'm not gonna lie to you guys...what's the point? You're all my peeps and for better or worse almost like family. In any case, it was:
DEATH FROM ABOVE!!!
BY FAR, the most treacherous, ruthless, cantankerous, merciless, unrelenting, inexorable, unsympathetic...DANG, I just ran out of synonyms
LOAF TO END ALL LOAFS. I must have lost at least 5.2% of my total body mass with that loaf.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!
The question then, my friends, is this: WILL I ever get at that burrito again? Ham Skippy!!! Any burrito that can melt porcelain with its exit strategy is okay in my book. YA DIIIIIIIIIIIIIG?!?!?

Russ D.
Last edited by UCLA JK Rida'; Jun 23, 2009 at 11:04 PM.






